Mates (ON HOLD)

28. evolving

A/N: Since it's LOVE day, I have something semi meaningful/filler once again. I hope this last hour of Valentine is enough for you to...

Enjoy ;)

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C H A P T E R 
T W E N T Y-E I G H T:
evolving

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L I V A T O R

Over the past few weeks, I've figured out just how Match lies. I never thought I'd have to question him about the truth, but I'm not blind.

And apparently, neither is Matches. He doesn't wear his glasses anyone and he tells me that they're broken, yet walks around without breaking his foot. While I know about the mark and the increased physical ability, I don't know anything else. Matches avoids any subject regarding his mark, quickly switching to something about his sister or school. I know there's something else. There has to be something.

I mean, Matches...he had Alpha blood in his system. That would make a regular wolf pass out until all of his blood is processed in his body. Luckily, Yel told me he no longer shows signs of an Alpha, which was the biggest relief. A body could get extremely shocked by the plasma. There are so many white blood cells, I could only imagine how quickly it is to heal, and my father has gladly quenched my curiosity. He always showed Parlia and I his Alpha perks and I remember wishing I could be like that, someone who everyone looks up to. But now, I'm glad I don't have that. My father is cranky and, while he cares for his pack, he ignores me, only when I cause trouble do I catch his attention. Parlia is always with him so it takes time away from when we used to hang out together.

But, I wasn't really in the mood for talking about family when I saw Matches walk through the front door of the pack house, his shirt just seeming to fit perfectly today. His jeans hung like Sam's in Supernatural and I paused, holding the pups hair as he came in with Jamie. They were laughing and Jamie shook her head as his hearty chuckle shook the halls. I loved that laugh.

"Hey," Andrea, the pup I was braiding the hair of shook my leg, "Why are you stopping? Does it look bad?" She turned, reaching for the braid.

I smiled down at her, shaking my head, "No, no, it looks fine. Great actually." I tied the long braid and let it fall over her shoulder, "You're very pretty, Andrea."

Blushing, she fingered the braid, swinging on the balls of her six-year-old feet. "Thank you, Mr. Livator."

"No problem." I accepted her little hug as she hurried away to show her friends. A few other older pups were playing with trucks on the couch beside me, side affects accompanying their movements.

I watched Matches make his way to the stairs, his eyes looking hopefully up. This was my cue, I knew, so I jumped up, thanking Marta for letting me help watch the pack pups and hurried for the stairs.

I was nearly there when I heard Yel's voice, quiet and stern on the vacant stairs.

"You didn't show up this morning." This morning?

"I'm sorry, Yel. I couldn't get away." Matches sighed.

Peaking around the corner, I saw them leaning close on the first turn, Jamie glancing at them and hurrying up the stairs, ignoring her obvious curiosity. "You have to come to these sessions." Yel chastised, "It's the only way to tell how fast your body is evolving."

Evolving? He's evolving? Like a Pokémon? "Well, Yel, it's not like I can say I'm catching a walk at four in the morning when Liv wakes up when I try to get up."